The Queen's Code Audiobook Novels & Stories

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

Those words became my new armor. But the Queen was far from defeated. On Day One Hundred and Ninety-Four, during a quiet evening, another smuggled package found its way to me. This one was different. It contained a small USB drive and a handwritten letter from Sophia. "Play this when you’re alone. Remember who you really are. The throne is still warm. We miss our Queen." I stared at that USB drive for nearly two hours, heart pounding, body responding with fresh wetness between my legs.

"Ah!" The sound of their leather jackets rubbing against the polished wood filled the entire archive room, followed by the steady, rhythmic slapping of skin in the dark. Their clothes were half-torn from their shoulders, their hair matted with the heat of the small room as Aderan buried his face in her neck to stifle her groans. "Slower... the floorboards are moving..." the Queen panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to glance toward the high glass doors. "If Cassius has a spotter near the terrace—"

flash in his. “It is NOT my fault my father, YOUR King, was a man whore! I did not ask for this bullshit but hey if the shoe fits, wear it right? So here I am bitch! If you have a problem with me or my wolf, we will be on the training grounds until lunch.” I looked away from Koda who had looked past me to Jax, probably questioning if I could challenge him like that or not. I had everybody’s eyes on me, which is exactly what I wanted. “That goes for anybody else here who does not think I’m worthy enough. Rather you like it or not I will be your Queen soon enough and you will all bow to me. Maybe once I rip a few of your throats out, you will learn to tread carefully.”

I turned the light on by my bed and then plugged my phone in. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and then headed into the bathroom to shower. I stood under the hot water until it ran cold. The whole time I was thinking of Christian and our kiss. I finally got out of the shower and wrapped my body in my towel. I walked back out into my room unaware of the danger. I started to drop the towel from my body when I noticed my phone was gone. "Who the fuck is Christian?" His icy voice made me jump. I clinched the towel tight as I turned to face him. Damion sat in the corner in a chair staring at me. His eyes taking in my body. "I asked you a question Kaydence."

You did the right thing for us. She just silently nodded in response even though her mind was so loud, weighing down her squabbling emotions. I couldn't blame her though. She didn't want to kill anyone but it couldn't be helped. She was just trying to survive. To distract her from it, I spoke again, "Sage, you've mentioned that the Queen also appeared in your dreams, right? I finally know the reason why she talked to you." She looked taken aback by my statement but I was glad that I dragged her away from her toxic thoughts. "Oh, don't tell me she speaks cryptic shit again."

Logan asked him. Before Hale could respond, Queen Hyacinth beat him to it. “No one is allowed near those archives.” “Because that’s not suspicious or anything,” Cassidy jabbed, earning herself a glare, while Queen Ellaria smiled at the jab. “Why are those archives not allowed to be accessed?” Killian asked Queen Hyacinth. “Because I said so,” Queen Hyacinth responded. “That may very well be the most childish thing I’ve ever heard you say thus far,” Queen Ellaria commented.

However, I have decided to pause book 8 and go back in order to do it justice, not only for the series and myself but, more importantly, for you, the readers. I am going to share something a little personal about myself - I am a perfectionist as well as AuDHD, and because this story and overall series has grown since I first started into having so many characters and plot points that intertwine, it proved extremely difficult to keep track of and keep it straight, which is why I made this decision to go back to the beginning and write it in order. Book 1 is The Rebellious Alpha. Book 2 is The Beta's Feral Alpha, which I am currently writing. Then we will have 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and finally 8, whi

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

The blunt, moonstone-tipped fingers were slithering back down through the ceiling joists, their motion slow, blind, and deliberate as they tracked the scent of the toxic purple fluid coating her hair. The brass speaker in the dead man’s throat gave one final, wet rattle. The code is corrupted, Elizabeth’s voice whispered through the foam, the sound dripping with a cold, mechanical detachment. The garrison line is closed. The queen is an obsolete asset. The young woman didn't look up as the giant white fingers closed around her temples.